Saturday. I had big plans for Saturday night. Scotty and Eric, both awesome buds of mine, had planned for me to go out with them.
After a day of reading stuff from an RP site that I go to, and playing WoW, I found out that plans had changed slightly.
Instead of going out, as planned, we were to go to Scottys place, and get drunk in his hot tub.
I said sure, whatever, and even though I don't usually spend my free time drinking and having 'fun' like most Albertan males, I chose to do so that night.
I came over, pitched about 60 bucks for drinks, and we started our own party. They had a fourth person over, a guy from Brandon, Manitoba. His name was 'Jamie', just like my 'sisters' name. He's cool, a trouble maker like Scott. He stayed for a few then had to go. Heh heh, poor guy had to work the next day. >_<
I soon got nekked and donned some swimming gear, stuff I borrowed from Scott, and we dragged our sorry butts outside into the cold night air.
The hot tub was JUST what I needed, especially after the long, hard week I put in before. I know you're only supposed to be in hot tubs for a limited amount of time, but we stayed in for at least two hours.
Scotts dogs kept trying to jump in with us. I wouldn't have minded... but Scott wouldn't let 'em in. Poor puppies!
We went inside, where I showed off my extensive collection of Favorites on YouTube, and then we watched a bit of T.V. for a bit (I think the order of what we did doesn't matter, as long as I post what we did, it should be all good, even if it is mixed up a lot).
We decided to try out his Shaw Cable packages special channels for a while. Did you know there's free karaoke channels? Well, there are! Imagine three drunk men, late at night, singing karaoke from television! I can't sing many songs, my pitch problems and all, but I sure as heck tried! Sand everything, Madonna songs, country, old 80s stuff, you name it, we tried it! (Big Wheel keeps on turnin'! Proud Mary keeps on burning! Rollin'! Rollin'! Rollin' down the river!)
After 30 dozen songs or so, I had finally sobered up enough to drive home. I fumbled my way in, fighting our stupid house lock, and crawled into bed moments before my mom Laurie woke up to start her day as a cab driver. Oh, I got yelled at later. She thought I drove home drunk. (I admit I have been really bad in the past, and even drove home from across Edmonton, down the highway, and through my town of Fort Saskatchewan completely drunk before, back when my life meant nothing to me. Never again folks, never again.)
I had a great night out with the boys, and it really chewed away a lot of stress that I've built up at work. Talking, singing, hanging out again, it was really great.
Sunday. I woke up early, to RP with Rinni.
We play little cyber-games with each other, but on Sunday, it was a scheduled 'serious' session.
Cyber-sex is mutually created smut, that both parties enjoy. No shame in doing it, 'cuz it's actually quite a lot of fun. I'm always willing to do a round or three. >_<
Unfortunately, Jamie... had to come downstairs and cut my game short. Right when the going was getting good, y'know?...
Jamie sweetly asked me for a ride to the city. Both of our computers have been going fritzy, due to some new viruses in our area. Plus the fact that she is forced to use 'Kim and Lauries' computer, she just really wanted to get her own.
I agreed, and said my many long goodbyes to Rinni. As much as I like to RP great sex scenes, Jamie means the world to me, so naturally she won out in the end.
I gathered up Jamie, Tony, and Steph, and we all drove to Edmonton, in the Clairview section, where there's a few major computer stores all side-by-side.
We go in, Tony wearing his Matrix-style trench coat I had bought him two Christmas' ago, me with my switchblade in my pocket, and Steph and Jamie were acting very girlish and giggly. Ah, fun, fun... ^_^
We go in, and Jamie browses for a while, locating a computer tower with the features she needs and wants.
Since Jamies hobby is to edit and splice anime scenes, and work them into AMV's, or anime music videos, she needed a good performance computer. Oh, boy howdy, she found one...
After taxes, it cost her just over a thousand bucks, and this tower doesn't come with a monitor. Just the tower. So she paid for it, and was VERY happy to finally have her own computer.
I drove the girls back to the Fort, with Tony of course... (No, I made him walk back. Ha ha ha!)(((J.K. stoopid...)))
I felt like ice cream. It was a beautiful day, nice and warm, and I was happy. So, I treated them all to some Dairy Queen ice cream. A really special treat, for sure!
We came home, and my final trip for the day was to drop Stephanie and Jamie off at our local WalMart, so they could go have some private shopping time together, and buy 'shoes'. Jeepers...
So, moving on to today (Monday).
Good day at work today. Jamie has today off for her Outreach Schooling. She's trying to get her High School Diploma. She can do it, 'cuz we're all supporting her. Plus, she doesn't seem so stressed at home anymore.
Today at work we got a new girl on our crew. She's a little older, maybe mid-thirties, but that's okay. A little larger for a girl, and a mom, but still okay. I could sense the strong decency in her, meaning I liked her. A lot. Enough to willingly go the extra mile and make her feel welcome at work with us and our crew. I can tell that she'll be a valuable addition to our little 'family' at work, not like some rejects like Owen (although he himself has actually been on good behaviou lately, almost likable again...).
I showed her the ropes. At 11am this morning, we had a long safety meeting, where we all got a special big thank you from the headshots. For doing good all winter, and braving the minus 45 degree weather, to make our plant navigatable for the three people that have to operate our chemical plants all the time, we were awarded with a special pizza lunch today. Holy cow! A thank you from Sherritt, and Jamie missed out by going to school today! Typical.
I had to Man Watch at two different areas today, and then a third spot, watching my own crew mates do a job. They had to enter a water filter at work, and hand-balm with buckets the coal and special resin/sand within it that scrubs the water clean. Inspectors have to eventually go into this vessel and check for cracks and stuff.
I even got some over-time today, helping my crew move coal and resin around. Big deal, one hour over time. I'm in a good mood today for some reason, so I didn't mind staying.
I came home and told everyone that there's a new girl at work. Jamie's all asking about her age and stuff, asking if she's pretty. I'm playing hard-to-get right now, so I gave loose half-answers, trying to see how interested she is right now. Apparently, she's really curious now. Heh. >_<
I just disabled a lot of micro-programs that attatched themselves to my computer this afternoon. They were popping up other internet sites on me, and lagging my computer. I spent the last week fighting certain things on my comp, and now I think I'm making real progress.
Soon, I have to go pick up Chinese Food for the family. I really am not a huge fan of our towns greasy, deeply battered Chinese Food. Really, it's expensive, gross, and makes ya sick. But my mums love it, so that's what we're getting... [Sigh...]
Phew, long post.
P.S.: I'm not a virgin! >_<
Heh heh. Night peoples! Luvs ya all!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Friday, WooT!
Finally. A long week has slowly passed by, and now, the reward. Friday.
Work isn't really a great topic to write about. Well, for me it isn't, anyways... But since I know that none of you know what I do daily, it might be worth posting, no matter how dull or boring it sounds like.
However, after such a work-intensive week, today might be worth posting about.
Manwatching. Supervising workers in unsafe locations. Yup, that was me today. the guy watching all the action.
I was in the Ammonia plant, watching some Maintainance guys set-up and hook up a new exhaust pipe on Clark #6. A Clark is basically a giant engine that exists only to serve as a big-ass pump. In our case here, it pumps Ammonia. Lots of it.
These guys had to lift up some floor grating, crawl under the floor, and do some things. Nothing too special. Very mundane in fact. So mundane that I was nearly nodding off to sleep in-between entries. The guys would pop in, check something, and disappear for 10-15 minutes. In that hot and noisy building, I'm constantly being lulled to sleep. Why I can sleep in cars, loud buildings, or during stressful situations, I may never know. But it's easy for me to do so. Unfortunately, I have to be alert. So it's been a constant battle with myself, trying to settle for being halfway comfortable while still retaining alertness.
Check the gas-tech (Gas Detector), write the 'ins' and 'outs' of each entry on the back of the permit, yadda yadda yadda...
Today was so physically easy, especially compared to the rest of this week. However, I woke up completely exhausted today, and did not even want to move. Fighting against my desire to sleep was a real challenge today.
Despite my tiredness, I made a committment to take Stephanie out for dinner tonight.
I had promised her last weekend (or two) ago, and have since continued to be side-tracked by others into ruining our plans. She's been jealous that I've been taking Chris out, and Jamie out, but never her. Well, even though she's only 16, and can't drink anything, we still went out tonight. And had a blast.
We went to Boston Pizza (same place I take Chris to all the time), where we both ordered WAYYY too much food. It's hard when your eyes are way bigger than your tummys.
We sat and talked all night long, giggling like little girls, the both of us. Yes, people stared... ^_^
We drew pictures on a napkin, the theme was 'cute'. I drew a bear, then she drew a kitty-girl, then I drew something else, and she drew a Penguin (Jamie loves penguins BTW), and I drew a birthday cake, then she drew balloons in my bears' hands... This kept going on until there was no room left to draw stuff on.
I had one drink with something in it; some kind of orange creamsicle drink with vodka in it I think. She had the same, minus the vodka. I eated chicken parmesan, she ate a scallop-and-steak combo, plus all the side dishes we ordered on top of that. Came to a good chunk of money. 70 bucks covered the tip and the total bill.
Afterwards, she and I went to WalMart, where we bought Mouse Trap the game for Jamie (although it's 'for the family'), some pencil crayons (the reason we went there in the first place), and some make-up she snuck into the cart.
I looked like an idiot at those self-serve check-out counters they have. With no teller to do anything for you, I often wonder if it's possible that people are cheating the 'honor system' by not paying for stuff. I prefer to have a teller 'vouch' for me.
After a mini shopping spree, Steph drove me around. She doesn't have a licence at all, not even a learners. Laurie yelled at me the last time I let her drive me around, but...
Well, I'm just a bad big brother I suppose! >_<
I picked up some booze-a-hol for us to drink at home. Vodka and Whiskey, plus some pop. Steph drove me home, and after a 'shh, shut up! Don't tell Laurie I drove this time!' we went in, got on our PJs, then had a drink or two.
I gave Steph a leg and foot massage, then let her disappear upstairs so I could update this blog.
I'm so pooped, I can't even tell if I'm making any spelling mistakes or not! >_<
Tomorrow, Jamie and Steph, plus Cigi from work, are having a girls day out together. Steph has never met Cigi before, but I'm sure they'll be okay together.
Me, well, I'm supposed to be kidnapped by Scott and Eric tomorrow. I'm supposed to have some 'boy time' with them. Looking forward to it.
Oh, almost forgot. Yesterday, someone wrote on my truck, in the dust and grime, that 'I [heart/love] Cigi'.
Today, for a brief moment when I was sent to a job with her, Cigi wrote on duct tape and stuck it on my forhead. 'I love Cigi' it said, along with 'Sherritt Rox!'.
Although I have no feelings for Cigi, I believe she's cute, and I even told her so. Guess it's easier to tell the truth to people you don't care about, heh.
So, I'm thinking that she dveeloped a crush on me. I feel really weird about it, a little creeped out even. Usually, girls don't like me first. I'm supposed to be the guy with all the strange attractions.
Me, I don't look like those 'hot' guys on T.V., or even have a model face or anything. I'm just an average guy, a geek, who likes to blog a lot. My abs are hidden under a sheath of fat, and I have messy hair, big glasses, a broken tooth... Man, I dunno. For a pretty girl like her to flirt with me like this, it just feels so, wrong somehow.
I can barely see now. 11:41pm. Tired... Night y'all, and I loves ya too! Wish me a good day tomorrow, I need it! X_x
Work isn't really a great topic to write about. Well, for me it isn't, anyways... But since I know that none of you know what I do daily, it might be worth posting, no matter how dull or boring it sounds like.
However, after such a work-intensive week, today might be worth posting about.
Manwatching. Supervising workers in unsafe locations. Yup, that was me today. the guy watching all the action.
I was in the Ammonia plant, watching some Maintainance guys set-up and hook up a new exhaust pipe on Clark #6. A Clark is basically a giant engine that exists only to serve as a big-ass pump. In our case here, it pumps Ammonia. Lots of it.
These guys had to lift up some floor grating, crawl under the floor, and do some things. Nothing too special. Very mundane in fact. So mundane that I was nearly nodding off to sleep in-between entries. The guys would pop in, check something, and disappear for 10-15 minutes. In that hot and noisy building, I'm constantly being lulled to sleep. Why I can sleep in cars, loud buildings, or during stressful situations, I may never know. But it's easy for me to do so. Unfortunately, I have to be alert. So it's been a constant battle with myself, trying to settle for being halfway comfortable while still retaining alertness.
Check the gas-tech (Gas Detector), write the 'ins' and 'outs' of each entry on the back of the permit, yadda yadda yadda...
Today was so physically easy, especially compared to the rest of this week. However, I woke up completely exhausted today, and did not even want to move. Fighting against my desire to sleep was a real challenge today.
Despite my tiredness, I made a committment to take Stephanie out for dinner tonight.
I had promised her last weekend (or two) ago, and have since continued to be side-tracked by others into ruining our plans. She's been jealous that I've been taking Chris out, and Jamie out, but never her. Well, even though she's only 16, and can't drink anything, we still went out tonight. And had a blast.
We went to Boston Pizza (same place I take Chris to all the time), where we both ordered WAYYY too much food. It's hard when your eyes are way bigger than your tummys.
We sat and talked all night long, giggling like little girls, the both of us. Yes, people stared... ^_^
We drew pictures on a napkin, the theme was 'cute'. I drew a bear, then she drew a kitty-girl, then I drew something else, and she drew a Penguin (Jamie loves penguins BTW), and I drew a birthday cake, then she drew balloons in my bears' hands... This kept going on until there was no room left to draw stuff on.
I had one drink with something in it; some kind of orange creamsicle drink with vodka in it I think. She had the same, minus the vodka. I eated chicken parmesan, she ate a scallop-and-steak combo, plus all the side dishes we ordered on top of that. Came to a good chunk of money. 70 bucks covered the tip and the total bill.
Afterwards, she and I went to WalMart, where we bought Mouse Trap the game for Jamie (although it's 'for the family'), some pencil crayons (the reason we went there in the first place), and some make-up she snuck into the cart.
I looked like an idiot at those self-serve check-out counters they have. With no teller to do anything for you, I often wonder if it's possible that people are cheating the 'honor system' by not paying for stuff. I prefer to have a teller 'vouch' for me.
After a mini shopping spree, Steph drove me around. She doesn't have a licence at all, not even a learners. Laurie yelled at me the last time I let her drive me around, but...
Well, I'm just a bad big brother I suppose! >_<
I picked up some booze-a-hol for us to drink at home. Vodka and Whiskey, plus some pop. Steph drove me home, and after a 'shh, shut up! Don't tell Laurie I drove this time!' we went in, got on our PJs, then had a drink or two.
I gave Steph a leg and foot massage, then let her disappear upstairs so I could update this blog.
I'm so pooped, I can't even tell if I'm making any spelling mistakes or not! >_<
Tomorrow, Jamie and Steph, plus Cigi from work, are having a girls day out together. Steph has never met Cigi before, but I'm sure they'll be okay together.
Me, well, I'm supposed to be kidnapped by Scott and Eric tomorrow. I'm supposed to have some 'boy time' with them. Looking forward to it.
Oh, almost forgot. Yesterday, someone wrote on my truck, in the dust and grime, that 'I [heart/love] Cigi'.
Today, for a brief moment when I was sent to a job with her, Cigi wrote on duct tape and stuck it on my forhead. 'I love Cigi' it said, along with 'Sherritt Rox!'.
Although I have no feelings for Cigi, I believe she's cute, and I even told her so. Guess it's easier to tell the truth to people you don't care about, heh.
So, I'm thinking that she dveeloped a crush on me. I feel really weird about it, a little creeped out even. Usually, girls don't like me first. I'm supposed to be the guy with all the strange attractions.
Me, I don't look like those 'hot' guys on T.V., or even have a model face or anything. I'm just an average guy, a geek, who likes to blog a lot. My abs are hidden under a sheath of fat, and I have messy hair, big glasses, a broken tooth... Man, I dunno. For a pretty girl like her to flirt with me like this, it just feels so, wrong somehow.
I can barely see now. 11:41pm. Tired... Night y'all, and I loves ya too! Wish me a good day tomorrow, I need it! X_x
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Annoying Friends
I have two old buddies. Scott and Eric, who, back in the good ol' days, used to be part of the 'core elite crew' at Sherritt, back when I lived a four and a half year stint at the chemical plants.
We (the 'old' crew) were bad-ass. We got away with murder. We did jobs without permits, went where-ever we wanted, brought knives to work, they smoked in the work truck and inside buildings, swore, spit, farted, told others what to do, and violated nearly every safety rule and law out there on that plant. Ah yes, the good old days, when no-one ever gave a fuck about us, and we turned that around thrice-fold back at every-one else, and we looked like gods among men.
Me especially, having absolutely nothing to live for at the time, would willingly do anything and everything that I was assigned to do. I did it well, with an attitude, and rose alive and stronger than before when others who were assigned to help me fell or left on their own, crying from the stress. I was legendary, and still am, legendary, on the plants.
Scott Johnson, a skinny blond-haired farm boy from Brandon, Manitoba. He grew up on the poor side of town, beside an indian reserve. He grew up lean and wiry, with a pretty baby face. Even today, with him being one year older than me, still looks like he's 16.
He's a fighter, a crazy scrapper who digs in deep, hard, and fast in the blink of an eye. Usually, he has a great attitude, an upbeat 'I don't give a shit attitude, as long as I have my weed' mentality. He's a daddy right now, living at home with his girlfriend, his parents letting them sub-let their basement suite. Scotty is a shoot-from-the-hip kind of guy, and if he doesn't like ya, he isn't shy to let you know. However, he stays upbeat and mellow most of the time, until you do something to piss you off. Scotty has never wanted to fight with me, play-fight or otherwise. I have always wanted to wrestle with him. The bastard... ^_^
Eric is a chunk older than me. He's 31-ish. He comes from Ontario, where his father owned an acreage. Bred and raised to be a vehicular operator, he has mastered equipment like back-hoes, small cranes, etc., since he was just a kid. He also has a passion for trucks and truck accessories. He hasn't really suffered financially at all in his life, so he carries an almost 'I'm better than you' mentality, like a noble-man, that most people either out-right hate or love. Me, I hated it at first, but have since learned that yes, there were times where Eric has had to work hard like us and actually earn something in his life. Eric is a womanizer of sorts, and believes he could have been a porn star in a past life. Crazy man.
I came home from work today, dead-dog tired. After a quick stop at a Donair shoppe (at Jamies' request) I trudged in through our door, got nekked, and took a long, hot soak in the bath.
Well, I MEANT to have a long, hot soak in the bath...
Door bangs open, and Stephanie yells up at me from below. ''David! Somebody's here to see you! It's Scotty and Eric!'
I groaned inwardly. I JUST wanted to sleep man! Have a nice hot bath and go to bed until supper time.
I sped through my bath, certain that I'd be dragged out against my will to go sit in a bar for a few hours with these two guys.
Nope.
Came down, and they just wanted to say hi to me in person, and make plans for this weekend. I told 'em on Sunday that I have plans to be online, doing my thing until Rinni came on to chat with me. But Saturdays' okay, I said. Sure! I got a hundred bucks that needs to be spent.
So, cool, cool... We sat for half an hour, bull-shitting, like good ol' times again. Sadly, Scott had to go (Steph was disappointed too, it's no secret she has the hots for him) back home to his 'wife'. Eric had dinner plans with some older woman or something, and I was/am really tired, too tired to go out and enjoy myself.
Once they left, I sighed a breath of relief. Friends are just too crazy to deal with at times. People change, ideas change, and situations change. I'm glad we're still good friends and all, but I'm not like who I used to be anymore. I changed, in many ways for the better, in others, for the worst. Some ways, I'm still the same ol' guy I used to be.
I may not have a reason or purpose to my life, but I have people I'm living for now. I can't completely disregard myself like I used to in the past. I've grown to love myself (some days hate myself even more, but only on my dark days), something that I haven't been able to do since I was a kid. I love other people, and don't want to hurt them in any way, especially by hurting myself. plus, now that I've tasted happiness again, and want to keep on getting it, my mindset is totally different from what it was in the past.
Today at work.
Imagine a giant metal box, with holes in it. Not just any holes. Imagine millions of holes in it, like a salt-and-pepper shaker has holes.
My job today was: Run a long shaft with a pipe cleaner tip on it through these holes with an electric drill, pull it back and forth inside these holes half a dozen times, and repeat the process a gazillion times.
I had to stand on a ledge, with many obstacles to bypass, as I dragged 8 feet of shaft back and forth in a 7 and a half foot wide ledge area.
I had to stand on my tippy-toes to reach many holes, so my back, shoulders, and arms are killing me, from doing that all day long.
I broke at least 8 of the custom-made pipe cleaner heads that screwed into the shaft today. I worked so steady that the metal actually heated up to the point and broke off, from all the spinning and work I put in.
Not quite done, so I have to go back tomorrow and finish it. Unless, of course, something even worse pops up, then I get to do that instead!
This blog is distracting me from Rinni right now. One last few things to post about, then I'm outta here!
Today, someone wrote in the dust on the side of my truck.
David [Heart] Cigi.
I do not LOVE Cigi!
I have told her that I think she's unbelievably cute and all, but that I'm 'in love with someone else'...
SOMEBODY is playing match-maker! Grrr...
Oh, Cigi is my bosses niece from B.C.. She works with us at Sherritt, and lives with Gary, the fat bastard who makes me work on weekends.
K, I'll post later. Rinni is typing an epic conversation with me today. it's like 10am right now over there in Australia. Gotta go peeps! Cyaz!
We (the 'old' crew) were bad-ass. We got away with murder. We did jobs without permits, went where-ever we wanted, brought knives to work, they smoked in the work truck and inside buildings, swore, spit, farted, told others what to do, and violated nearly every safety rule and law out there on that plant. Ah yes, the good old days, when no-one ever gave a fuck about us, and we turned that around thrice-fold back at every-one else, and we looked like gods among men.
Me especially, having absolutely nothing to live for at the time, would willingly do anything and everything that I was assigned to do. I did it well, with an attitude, and rose alive and stronger than before when others who were assigned to help me fell or left on their own, crying from the stress. I was legendary, and still am, legendary, on the plants.
Scott Johnson, a skinny blond-haired farm boy from Brandon, Manitoba. He grew up on the poor side of town, beside an indian reserve. He grew up lean and wiry, with a pretty baby face. Even today, with him being one year older than me, still looks like he's 16.
He's a fighter, a crazy scrapper who digs in deep, hard, and fast in the blink of an eye. Usually, he has a great attitude, an upbeat 'I don't give a shit attitude, as long as I have my weed' mentality. He's a daddy right now, living at home with his girlfriend, his parents letting them sub-let their basement suite. Scotty is a shoot-from-the-hip kind of guy, and if he doesn't like ya, he isn't shy to let you know. However, he stays upbeat and mellow most of the time, until you do something to piss you off. Scotty has never wanted to fight with me, play-fight or otherwise. I have always wanted to wrestle with him. The bastard... ^_^
Eric is a chunk older than me. He's 31-ish. He comes from Ontario, where his father owned an acreage. Bred and raised to be a vehicular operator, he has mastered equipment like back-hoes, small cranes, etc., since he was just a kid. He also has a passion for trucks and truck accessories. He hasn't really suffered financially at all in his life, so he carries an almost 'I'm better than you' mentality, like a noble-man, that most people either out-right hate or love. Me, I hated it at first, but have since learned that yes, there were times where Eric has had to work hard like us and actually earn something in his life. Eric is a womanizer of sorts, and believes he could have been a porn star in a past life. Crazy man.
I came home from work today, dead-dog tired. After a quick stop at a Donair shoppe (at Jamies' request) I trudged in through our door, got nekked, and took a long, hot soak in the bath.
Well, I MEANT to have a long, hot soak in the bath...
Door bangs open, and Stephanie yells up at me from below. ''David! Somebody's here to see you! It's Scotty and Eric!'
I groaned inwardly. I JUST wanted to sleep man! Have a nice hot bath and go to bed until supper time.
I sped through my bath, certain that I'd be dragged out against my will to go sit in a bar for a few hours with these two guys.
Nope.
Came down, and they just wanted to say hi to me in person, and make plans for this weekend. I told 'em on Sunday that I have plans to be online, doing my thing until Rinni came on to chat with me. But Saturdays' okay, I said. Sure! I got a hundred bucks that needs to be spent.
So, cool, cool... We sat for half an hour, bull-shitting, like good ol' times again. Sadly, Scott had to go (Steph was disappointed too, it's no secret she has the hots for him) back home to his 'wife'. Eric had dinner plans with some older woman or something, and I was/am really tired, too tired to go out and enjoy myself.
Once they left, I sighed a breath of relief. Friends are just too crazy to deal with at times. People change, ideas change, and situations change. I'm glad we're still good friends and all, but I'm not like who I used to be anymore. I changed, in many ways for the better, in others, for the worst. Some ways, I'm still the same ol' guy I used to be.
I may not have a reason or purpose to my life, but I have people I'm living for now. I can't completely disregard myself like I used to in the past. I've grown to love myself (some days hate myself even more, but only on my dark days), something that I haven't been able to do since I was a kid. I love other people, and don't want to hurt them in any way, especially by hurting myself. plus, now that I've tasted happiness again, and want to keep on getting it, my mindset is totally different from what it was in the past.
Today at work.
Imagine a giant metal box, with holes in it. Not just any holes. Imagine millions of holes in it, like a salt-and-pepper shaker has holes.
My job today was: Run a long shaft with a pipe cleaner tip on it through these holes with an electric drill, pull it back and forth inside these holes half a dozen times, and repeat the process a gazillion times.
I had to stand on a ledge, with many obstacles to bypass, as I dragged 8 feet of shaft back and forth in a 7 and a half foot wide ledge area.
I had to stand on my tippy-toes to reach many holes, so my back, shoulders, and arms are killing me, from doing that all day long.
I broke at least 8 of the custom-made pipe cleaner heads that screwed into the shaft today. I worked so steady that the metal actually heated up to the point and broke off, from all the spinning and work I put in.
Not quite done, so I have to go back tomorrow and finish it. Unless, of course, something even worse pops up, then I get to do that instead!
This blog is distracting me from Rinni right now. One last few things to post about, then I'm outta here!
Today, someone wrote in the dust on the side of my truck.
David [Heart] Cigi.
I do not LOVE Cigi!
I have told her that I think she's unbelievably cute and all, but that I'm 'in love with someone else'...
SOMEBODY is playing match-maker! Grrr...
Oh, Cigi is my bosses niece from B.C.. She works with us at Sherritt, and lives with Gary, the fat bastard who makes me work on weekends.
K, I'll post later. Rinni is typing an epic conversation with me today. it's like 10am right now over there in Australia. Gotta go peeps! Cyaz!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
A block of ice fell on me!!! X_x
O_o
So, yeah. I'll get to the ice part in a bit. Gotta keep ya in suspense! ^_^
Today, early this morning, my dear, sweet Rinni talked to me yet again on our private Yahoo! channel.
Despite all of her problems and unique challenges, she chooses to just be herself and be as best as she can be, and assures me that in this world of ours there are still good people to look forward to meeting one day.
I hope she's doing good with her Security prospects, and gets her licence back very soon. Rinni is one of a very, VERY few people that I trust enough to read my private blogs. Her and I have talked about nearly everything, and as much as I learn about her from each conversation, I know that even if I chatted with her every day for the rest of my life, I would never come close to learning everything about her that makes her so special.
We're gonna have a day to talk with each other this up-coming Sunday, and I'm really looking forward to it. It's hard, having opposite time-zones and conflicting schedules, to maintain certain times to talk to each other. It's even harder to make and maintain online or distance relationships.
However, I have made a very good online friend, and I will continue to enjoy our friendship for as long as I can. She and I can e-mail, blog, or instant message each other whenever we want. It's just, we'll both have to wait several hours between replies, unless we instant message each other on one of our cross-over points, like when I'm about to go to bed, and she's just waking up for the day.
I should tell ya all what I did at work today.
I left home, very tired, and upset to leave a willing-to-chat Rinni behind. Still, I have a job to do, and only I can get certain thigns done.
Jamie and I went to work, so far the day was okay.
I got paired up with Owen today.
Owen, today, was hung-over from the night before, reeked of stale booze, and I'm pretty sure was doped up before coming in this morning. His eyes were half-closed, simple things like getting tasks done in sequence seemed hard for him to do. It's like, trying to re-explain to someone that already knows the procedure how and in what steps we're supposed to do our jobs.
Evaluate the task to be done, go get a work permit, get the tools, set-up for the job, do it, put shit away, sign off permits, and go on to the next job.
This morning, right off the bat, we had to go and move a fridge out of one of the buildings on our site. The Ammonia plant, where they refine and process ammonia (NH3), was getting prepared for a big Asbestos removal project in one of their sections. Happens to be a hallway that leads to their lunch-room and locker rooms. Our job today was to move a fridge and a microwave out of their lunch-room, and put it into an office somewhere.
Owen just couldn't move from step to step today. We had to get boxes, cardboard boxes, to put food into for transport. We can't haul around a full fridge of half-rotten food. He just stood there, a dazed and stupid look on his stoned face today, and it took him up to two minutes to begin moving again after he stopped to think about what we had to do next. Today I had to be the leader again, just like in the old days, when I alone had to drag scum and rejects along and baby-sit them all day at work.
Anyways, besides his laziness, being hung-over and stoned, and his normal stupidity, we did our tasks.
We emptied all the rotten food from the fridge into boxes. Please note that we can't toss out any of the obviously rotten stuff, because it all belongs to the crew that uses the fridge. Go figure!
I got him motivated enough to kinda help me, and we set up a temporary kitchen in this office for the crew to store food (and mold) at work. Very gross. Tupperware containers can still leak fluids folks, and believe me, it isn't pleasant. ^_^
After, Owen and I had to go repair a broken steam-line. Someone dumped a pile of snow into a ditch, where the old steam-line was laying, and the weight of the snow crushed the rubber hose, trapping the steam. Now, if it's cold out, and the steam can't flow, the steam will gather up at the end of the hose and start to freeze. The entire line was frozen. Without a work truck today (I can't use personal vehicles on the actual chemical plant) we walked back and forth across our plant and I carried huge rolls of steam-line to the job location. We got the boss to order us a bunch of steam-line fittings and a few new screw-drivers and stuff too, for the job.
I tied the new replacement steam-line into the steam source, hooked everything up, and turned on the steam at half-full power. The pressure in the line sure is a doozy! Hopefully it'll be enough to keep up with the ice growth that's happening right now. With the recent nice weather now turning cold again, there's a lot of water in our ditches, which is freezing up as I speak. If the culverts and drainage tunnels ice up, and the ice melts again, the water will have no where to go, and will flood onto the roads. We're hoping my quick repair/by-pass job will be enough to keep things flowing soon.
Last job for the day. Climb a cooling tower and steam away/chip away ice.
This cooling tower is fairly tall, and has bus-sized chunks of ice dangling from it.
Well, Owen and I chipped away at the ice that was on top of the cat-walks on top of the tower. Still, huge bus-sized chunks were dangling from underneath the tower frame and girders, threatening to fall onto a little pump-shack located right underneath the tower.
Me, I went down, and climbed on top of this little shack. I took a pick-axe, and started chopping off little bar-fridge-sized chunks of ice. Chop, chop, chop, all afternoon. I removed a LOT of ice to be truthful.
Near the end of the day, I whacked one large piece the wrong way, and it slid down this car-sized tower/pillar of ice, smoking me right in my chest. The piece of ice was a good 500 pounds, I kid you not. It was a LARGE chunk.
I'm very lucky. It didn't knock me over or off the little shack, but it almost struck my face, something that, unlike my chest, wouldn't be able to take a blow like that. It slid into me, I went 'OOF!', and it slid/bounced down off of me, onto the ground below. It hit my right-hand ring finger as it fell, and my hand went numb from the strike. I called it quits after that, gathered up my tools, signed off my permits, and told Owen we'd finish it up tomorrow. Owen again wasn't much help today, and I ended up doing nearly all of the work myself.
One guy at work, some temp guy, got canned yesterday. He's the guy, the new dip-shit, who's been stealing my spot in the lunch room. I've had to move him many times now, and explain to him that us 'established core crew members' have all earned our spots, and that a temporary worker like him should be lucky to even be allowed to share our lunch room with us. I've smashed his lunch bag around, moved it to a table besides mine, even argued with him about it before. This guy is completely rock-stupid. He doesn't listen to the boss, he doesn't listen to the other crew mates, and he's ignorant to boot. The boss finally got tired of all the complaints against him, and his stupidity, so he fired him. Good riddance. Only 'I' may sit with Jamie, at 'our' table! ^_^
I got called down to our South Gate Security today. An 'anonymous tipster' tipped off the fact that at work I carry a knife.
I do, in fact, carry a blade at work. It's required.
Now, the only guy who EVER questioned my knife, and if I could have it, is dipshit, the one I just mentioned about. I told him twice, yes, in our safety handbook, chocked FULL of Sherritt Rules, that it is indeed permissable for me to carry a knife. Work related knives ARE allowed on site.
So, I went to security and talked with Hope, the late-20's woman who works there. What a sweety.
I walked in, whipped it out, talked and discussed the issue with her. She was hesitant about it, so she called her superior from the back. He came out from his office, took one look, and laughed. Insulators are allowed to carry butcher knives from home, that's what they use to cut their insulation pieces with. Pat, the guy who laughed, asked me what I use it for. I use my knife to cut open sand and salt bags, cut rope, steamline, tarps, etc.. He told Hope that it was okay for me to keep my blade.
They did not once even mention anything at all about a big no-no I did today. I haven't shaved my beard or anything in over three days. It's a rule that we're s'posed to be shaved, 'cuz if we need to, we have to be able to put on a gas mask and have a perfect seal on our face. Facial hair prevents that. Nope, not one word out of them. Once again Demon Dave gets away with murder.
No, my chest does not hurt. My finger is fine now, and I'm all cleaned up after sweating and working hard at work all day long.
I'm just tired, so very very tired...
Oh yeah, 'Happy Birthday Shawn' was just here, just to say hello and stuff. Him and Tony (My half-brother, almost 18) were chatting about Warcraft. Pfft, stupid game... ^_^
Luvs ya all. I'll update again soon. Just wanted to talk about work, is all.
So, yeah. I'll get to the ice part in a bit. Gotta keep ya in suspense! ^_^
Today, early this morning, my dear, sweet Rinni talked to me yet again on our private Yahoo! channel.
Despite all of her problems and unique challenges, she chooses to just be herself and be as best as she can be, and assures me that in this world of ours there are still good people to look forward to meeting one day.
I hope she's doing good with her Security prospects, and gets her licence back very soon. Rinni is one of a very, VERY few people that I trust enough to read my private blogs. Her and I have talked about nearly everything, and as much as I learn about her from each conversation, I know that even if I chatted with her every day for the rest of my life, I would never come close to learning everything about her that makes her so special.
We're gonna have a day to talk with each other this up-coming Sunday, and I'm really looking forward to it. It's hard, having opposite time-zones and conflicting schedules, to maintain certain times to talk to each other. It's even harder to make and maintain online or distance relationships.
However, I have made a very good online friend, and I will continue to enjoy our friendship for as long as I can. She and I can e-mail, blog, or instant message each other whenever we want. It's just, we'll both have to wait several hours between replies, unless we instant message each other on one of our cross-over points, like when I'm about to go to bed, and she's just waking up for the day.
I should tell ya all what I did at work today.
I left home, very tired, and upset to leave a willing-to-chat Rinni behind. Still, I have a job to do, and only I can get certain thigns done.
Jamie and I went to work, so far the day was okay.
I got paired up with Owen today.
Owen, today, was hung-over from the night before, reeked of stale booze, and I'm pretty sure was doped up before coming in this morning. His eyes were half-closed, simple things like getting tasks done in sequence seemed hard for him to do. It's like, trying to re-explain to someone that already knows the procedure how and in what steps we're supposed to do our jobs.
Evaluate the task to be done, go get a work permit, get the tools, set-up for the job, do it, put shit away, sign off permits, and go on to the next job.
This morning, right off the bat, we had to go and move a fridge out of one of the buildings on our site. The Ammonia plant, where they refine and process ammonia (NH3), was getting prepared for a big Asbestos removal project in one of their sections. Happens to be a hallway that leads to their lunch-room and locker rooms. Our job today was to move a fridge and a microwave out of their lunch-room, and put it into an office somewhere.
Owen just couldn't move from step to step today. We had to get boxes, cardboard boxes, to put food into for transport. We can't haul around a full fridge of half-rotten food. He just stood there, a dazed and stupid look on his stoned face today, and it took him up to two minutes to begin moving again after he stopped to think about what we had to do next. Today I had to be the leader again, just like in the old days, when I alone had to drag scum and rejects along and baby-sit them all day at work.
Anyways, besides his laziness, being hung-over and stoned, and his normal stupidity, we did our tasks.
We emptied all the rotten food from the fridge into boxes. Please note that we can't toss out any of the obviously rotten stuff, because it all belongs to the crew that uses the fridge. Go figure!
I got him motivated enough to kinda help me, and we set up a temporary kitchen in this office for the crew to store food (and mold) at work. Very gross. Tupperware containers can still leak fluids folks, and believe me, it isn't pleasant. ^_^
After, Owen and I had to go repair a broken steam-line. Someone dumped a pile of snow into a ditch, where the old steam-line was laying, and the weight of the snow crushed the rubber hose, trapping the steam. Now, if it's cold out, and the steam can't flow, the steam will gather up at the end of the hose and start to freeze. The entire line was frozen. Without a work truck today (I can't use personal vehicles on the actual chemical plant) we walked back and forth across our plant and I carried huge rolls of steam-line to the job location. We got the boss to order us a bunch of steam-line fittings and a few new screw-drivers and stuff too, for the job.
I tied the new replacement steam-line into the steam source, hooked everything up, and turned on the steam at half-full power. The pressure in the line sure is a doozy! Hopefully it'll be enough to keep up with the ice growth that's happening right now. With the recent nice weather now turning cold again, there's a lot of water in our ditches, which is freezing up as I speak. If the culverts and drainage tunnels ice up, and the ice melts again, the water will have no where to go, and will flood onto the roads. We're hoping my quick repair/by-pass job will be enough to keep things flowing soon.
Last job for the day. Climb a cooling tower and steam away/chip away ice.
This cooling tower is fairly tall, and has bus-sized chunks of ice dangling from it.
Well, Owen and I chipped away at the ice that was on top of the cat-walks on top of the tower. Still, huge bus-sized chunks were dangling from underneath the tower frame and girders, threatening to fall onto a little pump-shack located right underneath the tower.
Me, I went down, and climbed on top of this little shack. I took a pick-axe, and started chopping off little bar-fridge-sized chunks of ice. Chop, chop, chop, all afternoon. I removed a LOT of ice to be truthful.
Near the end of the day, I whacked one large piece the wrong way, and it slid down this car-sized tower/pillar of ice, smoking me right in my chest. The piece of ice was a good 500 pounds, I kid you not. It was a LARGE chunk.
I'm very lucky. It didn't knock me over or off the little shack, but it almost struck my face, something that, unlike my chest, wouldn't be able to take a blow like that. It slid into me, I went 'OOF!', and it slid/bounced down off of me, onto the ground below. It hit my right-hand ring finger as it fell, and my hand went numb from the strike. I called it quits after that, gathered up my tools, signed off my permits, and told Owen we'd finish it up tomorrow. Owen again wasn't much help today, and I ended up doing nearly all of the work myself.
One guy at work, some temp guy, got canned yesterday. He's the guy, the new dip-shit, who's been stealing my spot in the lunch room. I've had to move him many times now, and explain to him that us 'established core crew members' have all earned our spots, and that a temporary worker like him should be lucky to even be allowed to share our lunch room with us. I've smashed his lunch bag around, moved it to a table besides mine, even argued with him about it before. This guy is completely rock-stupid. He doesn't listen to the boss, he doesn't listen to the other crew mates, and he's ignorant to boot. The boss finally got tired of all the complaints against him, and his stupidity, so he fired him. Good riddance. Only 'I' may sit with Jamie, at 'our' table! ^_^
I got called down to our South Gate Security today. An 'anonymous tipster' tipped off the fact that at work I carry a knife.
I do, in fact, carry a blade at work. It's required.
Now, the only guy who EVER questioned my knife, and if I could have it, is dipshit, the one I just mentioned about. I told him twice, yes, in our safety handbook, chocked FULL of Sherritt Rules, that it is indeed permissable for me to carry a knife. Work related knives ARE allowed on site.
So, I went to security and talked with Hope, the late-20's woman who works there. What a sweety.
I walked in, whipped it out, talked and discussed the issue with her. She was hesitant about it, so she called her superior from the back. He came out from his office, took one look, and laughed. Insulators are allowed to carry butcher knives from home, that's what they use to cut their insulation pieces with. Pat, the guy who laughed, asked me what I use it for. I use my knife to cut open sand and salt bags, cut rope, steamline, tarps, etc.. He told Hope that it was okay for me to keep my blade.
They did not once even mention anything at all about a big no-no I did today. I haven't shaved my beard or anything in over three days. It's a rule that we're s'posed to be shaved, 'cuz if we need to, we have to be able to put on a gas mask and have a perfect seal on our face. Facial hair prevents that. Nope, not one word out of them. Once again Demon Dave gets away with murder.
No, my chest does not hurt. My finger is fine now, and I'm all cleaned up after sweating and working hard at work all day long.
I'm just tired, so very very tired...
Oh yeah, 'Happy Birthday Shawn' was just here, just to say hello and stuff. Him and Tony (My half-brother, almost 18) were chatting about Warcraft. Pfft, stupid game... ^_^
Luvs ya all. I'll update again soon. Just wanted to talk about work, is all.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Happy Birthday, Shawn Hale!!! n_n
Happy Birthday, to you!
Happy Birthday, to you!
Happy Birthday, dear Shawny Boy!!!
Happy Birthday, to you!
[Imaginary paper horns toot and blare in your ear, as a very non-chalant Shawn blows out cheap Dollar-store wax candles, all 25 of them, on his home-made coin-stuffed chocolate-with-icing birthday cake.]
So, it's Shawn Hales 25th Birthday today. An important step for any person. An ENTIRE quarter of a century old.
Wow.
I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for ya, or if I should congratulate ya. Heh heh.
Gratz man! You made it this far! >_<
Today is Family Day, also, a Monday.
We {I, Jamie, Chris and Richard [Funny how those three are all McDavids, and I'm the only one from my half of the family that got an invite]) all went last night (yesterday) to Shawns place for dinner.
We had: -Cooked Ham, in slices that fell apart under your fork. Mmm...
-Scalloped Potatoes, minus the Scallops! >_<
-Creamed Corn.
-Veg-edibles. Yes, including pickles for the pickle-freak, Chris.
-Chocolate Cake.
I haven't been to Shawns house since nearly an entire year ago. His parents forgot who I was!!!
Inside we made friends again, caught up on stuff, and I thouroughly explored his house, making fun of the fact that he could fit our entire family in there, along with them. Why his family consists of just three people astounds me. We had at least nine at one point, when everyone was living together.
Found out almost all of Shawns cats are diabetic, and have to take needles. Cats that have to take needles! WTF! Also, all of his cats came from animal shelters.
-
Shawn got Guitar Hero 3, for the Playstation 2, for his Birthday. It was super sweet!
We all went down to his room (yes, he's a basement dweller like me) and just kind of hanged out for a few hours after our meal.
We all took turns playing his new game, Jamie drew an anime picture of her and her brother Chris dueling in a fight to the death! Shawn looked up stuff on YouTube, with Richard watching and voicing his own opinions on stuff. Me, I played games, talked, and hanged out as best as I could.
Funny, we talked about so many things, that suddenly I came up as a topic, sexually, and how deeply Jamie started blushing. Huh. The other guys were laughing too hard to notice. Even funnier, I cannot for the love of god remember at all what exactly was said! O_o
-
Eventually, it got late, and it was time to go.
Shawn drove us home, but before we left...
...I snuck a Fifty under his pillow! I didn't tell him until I got home. There's no way he can refuse it now, heh heh!
Chris stayed the night at my place, after borrowing Dynasty Warriors 5 for the Playstation from Shawn. Me, I played World of Warcraft for a bit, then went to bed.
(Oh, umm... Yeah... Chris talked me into playing it. Again. So... I am embarrassed to be playing it again. On the plus side, I'm still a pro!)
Today.
Right now, today, like I said, is Family Day.
Nobody is hanging out at all with each other. No one is home really. They won't be back until supper time.
No one here feels like cooking chicken, so I tossed in a Fifty for pizza. Guess we're having pizza tonight. Heh.
-
The cats are shedding, badly, since it's getting nice and warm out. Still lots of snow, but it's consistently been nice outside.
Despite my efforts to brush our cats, they're still puking out hairballs. Grossness level of 10.
-
I got called in to work on Saturday night, a night I was slated to take Stephanie out for an ight at B.P.s in the restaurant/lounge. Had to manwatch a guy doing work in a vessel called a clave, a large sausage-shaped cauldron. The guy was an inspector, making sure the rotors for some new motors were aligned right, and that they passed the vibration test.
Today, early this morning, the boss tried gettting me to go again on my day off to go to work. I said no. Heh, I need my days off, every one that I can.
Did I mention that I originally only intended to work out here at Sherritt as a part-time labourer? No? Well, I did mean to mention it... Guess I got suckered into a full-time job somehow. [Shrugs in defeat.]
The day before and during Valentines' Day, I was extremely moody and miserable.
The day after, I was 180%.
I think I'm extremely bi-polar, and I might just go see a doctor about it. Maybe if I can feel good all the time (not stoned or sedated) I'll live my life better.
Who knows? I just gotta get motivated to go see the doc. Maybe it's all psychological.
I don't know what else to post about, except for one last thing.
I'm glad Rinni finally fixed her Trillian problem. No word of her for a week was very sad.
Today, we had a great long talk, the first in a while now. So, everything seems cool again.
Except for the fact that I have to work tomorrow. JUST when I was starting to mellow out and relax from this weekend! Now I gotta work again? Aw man!
Luv ya all. Cyaz! ^_^
Happy Birthday, to you!
Happy Birthday, dear Shawny Boy!!!
Happy Birthday, to you!
[Imaginary paper horns toot and blare in your ear, as a very non-chalant Shawn blows out cheap Dollar-store wax candles, all 25 of them, on his home-made coin-stuffed chocolate-with-icing birthday cake.]
So, it's Shawn Hales 25th Birthday today. An important step for any person. An ENTIRE quarter of a century old.
Wow.
I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for ya, or if I should congratulate ya. Heh heh.
Gratz man! You made it this far! >_<
Today is Family Day, also, a Monday.
We {I, Jamie, Chris and Richard [Funny how those three are all McDavids, and I'm the only one from my half of the family that got an invite]) all went last night (yesterday) to Shawns place for dinner.
We had: -Cooked Ham, in slices that fell apart under your fork. Mmm...
-Scalloped Potatoes, minus the Scallops! >_<
-Creamed Corn.
-Veg-edibles. Yes, including pickles for the pickle-freak, Chris.
-Chocolate Cake.
I haven't been to Shawns house since nearly an entire year ago. His parents forgot who I was!!!
Inside we made friends again, caught up on stuff, and I thouroughly explored his house, making fun of the fact that he could fit our entire family in there, along with them. Why his family consists of just three people astounds me. We had at least nine at one point, when everyone was living together.
Found out almost all of Shawns cats are diabetic, and have to take needles. Cats that have to take needles! WTF! Also, all of his cats came from animal shelters.
-
Shawn got Guitar Hero 3, for the Playstation 2, for his Birthday. It was super sweet!
We all went down to his room (yes, he's a basement dweller like me) and just kind of hanged out for a few hours after our meal.
We all took turns playing his new game, Jamie drew an anime picture of her and her brother Chris dueling in a fight to the death! Shawn looked up stuff on YouTube, with Richard watching and voicing his own opinions on stuff. Me, I played games, talked, and hanged out as best as I could.
Funny, we talked about so many things, that suddenly I came up as a topic, sexually, and how deeply Jamie started blushing. Huh. The other guys were laughing too hard to notice. Even funnier, I cannot for the love of god remember at all what exactly was said! O_o
-
Eventually, it got late, and it was time to go.
Shawn drove us home, but before we left...
...I snuck a Fifty under his pillow! I didn't tell him until I got home. There's no way he can refuse it now, heh heh!
Chris stayed the night at my place, after borrowing Dynasty Warriors 5 for the Playstation from Shawn. Me, I played World of Warcraft for a bit, then went to bed.
(Oh, umm... Yeah... Chris talked me into playing it. Again. So... I am embarrassed to be playing it again. On the plus side, I'm still a pro!)
Today.
Right now, today, like I said, is Family Day.
Nobody is hanging out at all with each other. No one is home really. They won't be back until supper time.
No one here feels like cooking chicken, so I tossed in a Fifty for pizza. Guess we're having pizza tonight. Heh.
-
The cats are shedding, badly, since it's getting nice and warm out. Still lots of snow, but it's consistently been nice outside.
Despite my efforts to brush our cats, they're still puking out hairballs. Grossness level of 10.
-
I got called in to work on Saturday night, a night I was slated to take Stephanie out for an ight at B.P.s in the restaurant/lounge. Had to manwatch a guy doing work in a vessel called a clave, a large sausage-shaped cauldron. The guy was an inspector, making sure the rotors for some new motors were aligned right, and that they passed the vibration test.
Today, early this morning, the boss tried gettting me to go again on my day off to go to work. I said no. Heh, I need my days off, every one that I can.
Did I mention that I originally only intended to work out here at Sherritt as a part-time labourer? No? Well, I did mean to mention it... Guess I got suckered into a full-time job somehow. [Shrugs in defeat.]
The day before and during Valentines' Day, I was extremely moody and miserable.
The day after, I was 180%.
I think I'm extremely bi-polar, and I might just go see a doctor about it. Maybe if I can feel good all the time (not stoned or sedated) I'll live my life better.
Who knows? I just gotta get motivated to go see the doc. Maybe it's all psychological.
I don't know what else to post about, except for one last thing.
I'm glad Rinni finally fixed her Trillian problem. No word of her for a week was very sad.
Today, we had a great long talk, the first in a while now. So, everything seems cool again.
Except for the fact that I have to work tomorrow. JUST when I was starting to mellow out and relax from this weekend! Now I gotta work again? Aw man!
Luv ya all. Cyaz! ^_^
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Long Blog Rant: I Hate Owen. Grr!
I swear to god, I'm gonna get arrested for murder soon.
OWEN... That guy from work who I at first thought was cool. Oh-ho-ho-hooo...
How I HATE him...
First, picture this. A slack-jawed, skinny farmer boy. Sure, he looks attractive, but that's all he's got.
He's WHINY... Oh god. His past may not have been pretty, buy jeez, leave it be. Quit dragging a dead cat around by it's tail.
He constantly moans and bemoans about how UNFAIR life can be. Cry me a river. How he chose to move away from his rich parents and supportive brother, to live on his own. How he chose to move to my worlds'-end town, and slave away with us for a dead-beat company. Boo-hoo.
He's constantly saying how he just needs his chance to PROVE that he can do a high-paying, low-input job, and how good he'll be at it.
Trouble is folks, is that he won't commit to anything, or put any effort into it.
He fails to work hard at his current job. He cries all the time, and he slacks off. He constantly abuses the rights we earned ourselves, by talking on cellphones while working, wasting bosses time by asking redundant questions that don't apply to anything, and going for extra smoke breaks during designated work periods.
He has smoke dope at work, and I have even seen him do it. Unfortunately, that was when I thought he was worthy of being my friend, so I never ratted him out. I'm just itching for a chance to crush him...
He's shot-gunning applications out everywhere, only applying to jobs that give him more than the 18 dollars an hour that he doesn't deserve (I make 17 an hour). He's annoying big-shots at work, trying to find out when they'll hire contractors to become full-time Sherritt Labour Pool employees. He doesn't realize that Sherritt doesn't want him, because of his attitude and poor work ethics. Why we even have him out here is still a mystery to me. An 8 year old girl would work harder, better, and more honestly than he would.
Today, at work, I was in a GREAT mood! Really, I was.
I was full of energy, ready to work and stay focused. Here comes Owen though, dragging his sorry ass all day long...
We got sent to do an office move, moving folders and books back and forth. Our crew leader wouldn't buy us any cardboard boxes to move those office peoples shit around, so we had to go dumpster diving for decent boxes to use.
Yes, I bitched a little about that.
Owen says, ''David, I hate your fucking attitude today. You're always whining about shit like this.''
Oh, I could be arrested for repeating the most pleasant and innermost thoughts of what I wanted to do to him that were playing through my mind.
I argued with him for a bit, proving in the end that I am justified for bitching about the lack of proper tools, and the lackadasial attitude our crew leader constantly displays about us needing to be professional and needing to have proper things at hand. Like boxes for fucking books. Clean boxes, not ones which are half-soaking wet from the snow, and dirty from other garbage.
Owen is constantly lazy. We pull up to a mess or a job with our work truck, and we'll all hop out, ready to go. He'll stay within the truck, fucking text-messaging one of the thousand women he sleeps with. Fuckin' lazy asshole...
He then cries, saying, ''Oh, well, if you guys would have waited for me...''
No! No Owen, we CAN'T wait for you... We're here to WORK, not fuck around. Get off your fucking ass, bleed from your asshole from the hernias we all suffer from, and get shit done. Now. We can't wait ten, fifteen, or twenty minutes for you to screw around and type some inane message to some bitch that you fuck around with.
I have to put up with him at work. There's very few males or females on our team that can do the stuff I can do with my body. I'm not very strong, to be honest, but I can sure suffer and fake it well. I can lift and dig, chop and shove, twist and straighten a million things at work. We have to be able to move furniture, lift pallets, do heavy lifts for lab equipment in the Analytical Services building (machines weighing 500 pounds or more), and be able to shovel/chop/dig for 8-10 hours straight, and repeat as required all week long.
Although he rarely does anything useful, the fact that he COULD possibly do these things keeps him somewhat useful. And hence, is the reason he's staying at Sherritt with us.
Oh-ho-ho-ho...
Jamie. I love her. As a friend, a sister, and a whole lot more.
Owen. He's got his dirty eye on her...
He had once in the past talked to her about moving out with her. At that time, like me, Jamie thought he might be okay.
Thank god that now, she hates him as much as I do.
Owen brought up the subject of him and her moving out together again, to rent a fucking house together.
Jamie is so deliciously evil at times. ^_^
She innocently said a few possible hints that she'd consider it strongly. She has told me in private that there'd be no way in hell that she'd live with him. She hates him.
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What would Jamie be to Owen? Number 201 on his fuck-list? Fuck that. How disrespectful, to any woman.
Owen has been bragging about how he's screwing a 'cougar', a much older woman. She's in her 40s. Owen is my age, about 26.
He told me a story today, of how psycho this cougar was. He said that he was busy fucking some other girl in his apartment on top of the bar where he lives, and the cougar woman was banging at his door, mad that he was still seeing other women.
What a loser. To think I was jealous of him.
Owen says he had to call the cops to scare her away. Still...
I had a few snippy chats with Owen today. He said that he didn't know anyone out here in the Fort, and that the only people he knew really were his co-workers. Buddy, you don't know me... I told you a few things about me, things I now regret saying to you, but that doesn't mean you know me at all. My own mother doesn't know me.
So, just because he doesn't know anyone out here, makes it okay for him to ask Jamie to move out with him?
I told him that maybe he should ask one of the other 200 fucking people he'd slept with to move out with him. He laughed at that, and said that wouldn't work.
He said there's one girl he sees all the time, and that he kind of likes her. But clearly not enough to love her.
I asked him why he doesn't just focus on her, after he tells me that living with her (Danielle is her name) wouldn't work. He had tried in the past, but she gets mad at him for seeing other women.
I told him maybe he should just leave her then, if she gets mad at him for his lifestyle, and continue to live as he lives. He said, ''If you ever seen her naked, you'd agree that you couldn't leave her.''
I replied, ''If she's so hot then, why are you seeing other women?''
''Because I like women. A LOT.''
I won't drive him home anymore. Fuck him. I don't wanna talk to him, I don't wanna see him, I don't want his presence in my life. He disgusts me, tremendously, and he annoys Jamie as well. Nobody on our crew likes him, and everyone complains against him based on his lazy attitude, his disgusting womanizing habits, and his lack of committment and work attitude.
Maybe we can drive him away. Our plant is having a shut-down soon, meaning that, well... I'll explain it in an easy-to-understand method.
Imagine your stove. Now, pretend that you have to replace all the burners on it.
The job will take many months, and you still have to feed your family and yourself.
Imagine cutting back to just one burner, while other people constantly repair, tweak and trim, and fix your other burners. Your oven is on a shut-down, it's getting worked on but still has to produce stuff.
Same thing at our plant. We have to keep processing chemicals and stuff, but also make repairs and additions to the current process systems.
We're gonna be super-busy during our shut-down this spring. Lots of over-time for David here, and lots and lots of work to do.
I aim, AIM, to just DRIVE him away by the sheer work load. I will refuse to carry him at that critical time, when workers are plenty, and people like him are expendable. I will make sure that when he thinks I'll do his work for him, that he alone will have to shoulder my usual burdens, and he will crumble. He's a very weak man, in spirit, and he will break. I am an evil son of a bitch, but he definately deserves this treachery. No one on our crew is going to support him. He can either change and grow to meet the needs for our crew, or he will wither and fall behind. Fuck him. He can go back home, and fuck his hundreds of girlfriends back in B.C.. (Don't worry Aunty, he doesn't live near anywhere close to you in B.C..).
Rant is over. Oh, there's no room for all of my good things yet. Ah, I'll post it later.
Got my truck to work again at least. ^_^
So, if my next e-mail is from prison, don't worry. Our legal system lets people out faster for murder than if you were to get caught for stealing stuff.
Just kidding, but man, I might definately get charged for assault and battery on that friggin' kid...
Next post will be happy. Just had to spew his ugliness out of my life. Didn't mean to stain my blog...
OWEN... That guy from work who I at first thought was cool. Oh-ho-ho-hooo...
How I HATE him...
First, picture this. A slack-jawed, skinny farmer boy. Sure, he looks attractive, but that's all he's got.
He's WHINY... Oh god. His past may not have been pretty, buy jeez, leave it be. Quit dragging a dead cat around by it's tail.
He constantly moans and bemoans about how UNFAIR life can be. Cry me a river. How he chose to move away from his rich parents and supportive brother, to live on his own. How he chose to move to my worlds'-end town, and slave away with us for a dead-beat company. Boo-hoo.
He's constantly saying how he just needs his chance to PROVE that he can do a high-paying, low-input job, and how good he'll be at it.
Trouble is folks, is that he won't commit to anything, or put any effort into it.
He fails to work hard at his current job. He cries all the time, and he slacks off. He constantly abuses the rights we earned ourselves, by talking on cellphones while working, wasting bosses time by asking redundant questions that don't apply to anything, and going for extra smoke breaks during designated work periods.
He has smoke dope at work, and I have even seen him do it. Unfortunately, that was when I thought he was worthy of being my friend, so I never ratted him out. I'm just itching for a chance to crush him...
He's shot-gunning applications out everywhere, only applying to jobs that give him more than the 18 dollars an hour that he doesn't deserve (I make 17 an hour). He's annoying big-shots at work, trying to find out when they'll hire contractors to become full-time Sherritt Labour Pool employees. He doesn't realize that Sherritt doesn't want him, because of his attitude and poor work ethics. Why we even have him out here is still a mystery to me. An 8 year old girl would work harder, better, and more honestly than he would.
Today, at work, I was in a GREAT mood! Really, I was.
I was full of energy, ready to work and stay focused. Here comes Owen though, dragging his sorry ass all day long...
We got sent to do an office move, moving folders and books back and forth. Our crew leader wouldn't buy us any cardboard boxes to move those office peoples shit around, so we had to go dumpster diving for decent boxes to use.
Yes, I bitched a little about that.
Owen says, ''David, I hate your fucking attitude today. You're always whining about shit like this.''
Oh, I could be arrested for repeating the most pleasant and innermost thoughts of what I wanted to do to him that were playing through my mind.
I argued with him for a bit, proving in the end that I am justified for bitching about the lack of proper tools, and the lackadasial attitude our crew leader constantly displays about us needing to be professional and needing to have proper things at hand. Like boxes for fucking books. Clean boxes, not ones which are half-soaking wet from the snow, and dirty from other garbage.
Owen is constantly lazy. We pull up to a mess or a job with our work truck, and we'll all hop out, ready to go. He'll stay within the truck, fucking text-messaging one of the thousand women he sleeps with. Fuckin' lazy asshole...
He then cries, saying, ''Oh, well, if you guys would have waited for me...''
No! No Owen, we CAN'T wait for you... We're here to WORK, not fuck around. Get off your fucking ass, bleed from your asshole from the hernias we all suffer from, and get shit done. Now. We can't wait ten, fifteen, or twenty minutes for you to screw around and type some inane message to some bitch that you fuck around with.
I have to put up with him at work. There's very few males or females on our team that can do the stuff I can do with my body. I'm not very strong, to be honest, but I can sure suffer and fake it well. I can lift and dig, chop and shove, twist and straighten a million things at work. We have to be able to move furniture, lift pallets, do heavy lifts for lab equipment in the Analytical Services building (machines weighing 500 pounds or more), and be able to shovel/chop/dig for 8-10 hours straight, and repeat as required all week long.
Although he rarely does anything useful, the fact that he COULD possibly do these things keeps him somewhat useful. And hence, is the reason he's staying at Sherritt with us.
Oh-ho-ho-ho...
Jamie. I love her. As a friend, a sister, and a whole lot more.
Owen. He's got his dirty eye on her...
He had once in the past talked to her about moving out with her. At that time, like me, Jamie thought he might be okay.
Thank god that now, she hates him as much as I do.
Owen brought up the subject of him and her moving out together again, to rent a fucking house together.
Jamie is so deliciously evil at times. ^_^
She innocently said a few possible hints that she'd consider it strongly. She has told me in private that there'd be no way in hell that she'd live with him. She hates him.
-
What would Jamie be to Owen? Number 201 on his fuck-list? Fuck that. How disrespectful, to any woman.
Owen has been bragging about how he's screwing a 'cougar', a much older woman. She's in her 40s. Owen is my age, about 26.
He told me a story today, of how psycho this cougar was. He said that he was busy fucking some other girl in his apartment on top of the bar where he lives, and the cougar woman was banging at his door, mad that he was still seeing other women.
What a loser. To think I was jealous of him.
Owen says he had to call the cops to scare her away. Still...
I had a few snippy chats with Owen today. He said that he didn't know anyone out here in the Fort, and that the only people he knew really were his co-workers. Buddy, you don't know me... I told you a few things about me, things I now regret saying to you, but that doesn't mean you know me at all. My own mother doesn't know me.
So, just because he doesn't know anyone out here, makes it okay for him to ask Jamie to move out with him?
I told him that maybe he should ask one of the other 200 fucking people he'd slept with to move out with him. He laughed at that, and said that wouldn't work.
He said there's one girl he sees all the time, and that he kind of likes her. But clearly not enough to love her.
I asked him why he doesn't just focus on her, after he tells me that living with her (Danielle is her name) wouldn't work. He had tried in the past, but she gets mad at him for seeing other women.
I told him maybe he should just leave her then, if she gets mad at him for his lifestyle, and continue to live as he lives. He said, ''If you ever seen her naked, you'd agree that you couldn't leave her.''
I replied, ''If she's so hot then, why are you seeing other women?''
''Because I like women. A LOT.''
I won't drive him home anymore. Fuck him. I don't wanna talk to him, I don't wanna see him, I don't want his presence in my life. He disgusts me, tremendously, and he annoys Jamie as well. Nobody on our crew likes him, and everyone complains against him based on his lazy attitude, his disgusting womanizing habits, and his lack of committment and work attitude.
Maybe we can drive him away. Our plant is having a shut-down soon, meaning that, well... I'll explain it in an easy-to-understand method.
Imagine your stove. Now, pretend that you have to replace all the burners on it.
The job will take many months, and you still have to feed your family and yourself.
Imagine cutting back to just one burner, while other people constantly repair, tweak and trim, and fix your other burners. Your oven is on a shut-down, it's getting worked on but still has to produce stuff.
Same thing at our plant. We have to keep processing chemicals and stuff, but also make repairs and additions to the current process systems.
We're gonna be super-busy during our shut-down this spring. Lots of over-time for David here, and lots and lots of work to do.
I aim, AIM, to just DRIVE him away by the sheer work load. I will refuse to carry him at that critical time, when workers are plenty, and people like him are expendable. I will make sure that when he thinks I'll do his work for him, that he alone will have to shoulder my usual burdens, and he will crumble. He's a very weak man, in spirit, and he will break. I am an evil son of a bitch, but he definately deserves this treachery. No one on our crew is going to support him. He can either change and grow to meet the needs for our crew, or he will wither and fall behind. Fuck him. He can go back home, and fuck his hundreds of girlfriends back in B.C.. (Don't worry Aunty, he doesn't live near anywhere close to you in B.C..).
Rant is over. Oh, there's no room for all of my good things yet. Ah, I'll post it later.
Got my truck to work again at least. ^_^
So, if my next e-mail is from prison, don't worry. Our legal system lets people out faster for murder than if you were to get caught for stealing stuff.
Just kidding, but man, I might definately get charged for assault and battery on that friggin' kid...
Next post will be happy. Just had to spew his ugliness out of my life. Didn't mean to stain my blog...
n_n
If this pic loads, it's a picture of me (in anime style) as a little boy.
Hee hee! n_n
Look at my cute little bum!
I had an artist make this for me.
The pencil-drawing was made by Stephanie, and is my boy character as a furry creature. Like a cat-girl, except, he's a bear-boy.
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